andrew hutsell Poems

You call,
You text,
You beg,
You plead,
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Again & again I cry out to you like the wolf to the moon
Once more you are as the moon
Silent
Your body's tantalizing like the color of blood and smoke
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Purple, red, blue, yellow, and green
These are the colors I take
What are they for?
What do they do?
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Death is black
Death is white
Death is also every color between
When light fades to dark death appears
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Here I am
At my door
My door is different than his
His door is different than hers
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How many times will I have to suffer
Are you the one
Will you stay
Please do
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slowly the clock counts down
the last gears turn and wedges knotch
the last grain falls into a small pile
the glass empties
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a moan is a spark
always followed by something greater
a moan is a storm
it grows and grows into a great catastrophe
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If its wrong but feels right, do I do it again
To risk the consices for all I've achieved,
Everything I own, my worldy possesions,
For something, so wrong?
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